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Title : Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)
Artist : John Prine


You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
Throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry,
So help me I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow.



So many people become prisoners in their own world as he also became one for a while.